Notes

Preference #62. Superbowl
Louis: The constant cussing and yelling from outside your bedroom was making you lose your mind. Was it so hard for Louis and Niall to be quiet and just have a shocked look when the team doesn’t get a touchdown? You heard Louis scream out a “What the fuck?” and you finally had enough. Huffing and mumbling under your breath, you unplugged the TV from behind, only to have Louis and Niall not yell at the game anymore, but at you. “(Y/N)!” “I am trying to read in the bedroom, and even my I-Pod can’t shut out your obnoxious loud mouths, so either shut the fuck up or stop watching the damn game!”

Zayn:Zayn knew you thought the best part about the Superbowl was the commercials. From Turbo Tax to RadioShack and Volkswagen, you were laughing your head off. “Jeez (Y/N), they’re commercials not comedy shows,” Zayn grinned at you losing your composure at each two minute ad. “Well let’s face it, Superbowl commercials are better than the ones shown every other day.” He nodded in agreement, then flipped the channel, making you frown. “I thought we were watching the commercials!” “(Y/N), you’ll die laughing if we keep watching. So no,” He smiled, turning the next channel reviewing global warming until the game came back on.

Liam: The boys cheered on the Seahawks as you ate what was left of the pita chips. Football didn’t make sense to you, guys wearing tights and running around for a stupid ball. It was like aerobics class but with buff men. Liam noticed your pouting and huffing at every touchdown, so he decided to talk to you while the boys ran out for another box of beer. “Babe, what’s wrong? I mean, I know you don’t like it, but can we just watch this one game?” Devising a plan, you grinned. “Can we watch Dirty Dancing afterwards?” Liam chuckled and agreed, grabbing onto your hand, and kissed the inside of it. “Even though we’ve seen it a hundred times, of course.”

Niall: Niall blared and hollered from the living room, shouting about how the Broncos were still at zero, and you groaned. Men and football. Grabbing a water from the kitchen, he turned to you, red as a firetruck. All season they’ve been great, but now they couldn’t prove themselves? Of course he was and would be pissed. “Like they can’t be serious right?! Manning should’ve gotten a fucking touchdown by now!” “I know babe,” You laughed, strolling over and kissing his cheek before you walked back into the bedroom, away from his anger over the Superbowl game. “They’ll come back! I know they will!” So in denial was never as cute as right now.

Harry:Strapping your hair into a ponytail, and making sure the jersey fell right in the middle of your thighs, you strolled into the living room next to Harry. A smug grin was appropriate as he gaped and gawked at your figure. Even though most of your body was covered, he still got the show of your legs, crossed and hinting. “So, who’s winning babe,” You smirked, getting closer and closer to his face. He knew the Seahawks win was inevitable, and why wait for the official announcement when you were right there, in nothing but a jersey? Shutting off the TV and throwing the remote onto the floor, he picked you up, making you giggle. “Okay, I think I can deal without the halftime show.”